The cabin is more dilapidated than you remembered. The only discernable piece of furniture in the room is a chipped and malformed table. A pristine blade sits atop it. The blade is your implement. It would be very difficult to slay the Princess without it. The stairs to the basement are no longer proper stairs, just slats of wood harshly jammed in the formation of steps. The basement reeks of iron. If the Princess lives down here, you'd probably be doing her a favor by slaying her. The singsong voice of the Princess rises up the stairs, sounding...deeply wrong.

"Is someone there? Has someone come to rescue little old me? Or can I stab you?"

The hallway at the bottom of the stairs seems to go on forever. A bit farther away from you, the Princess stands, chained to the side wall, both of her arms behind her back. She gives you a sadistically sweet smile.

"What? Noooooo. No, I wouldn't stab you. I am just a sweet innocent Princess, trapped here for no reason."